Last night I was playing through the events of the day and picking out my favorite ones. One of the highlights of my day definitely was when I was playing the piano with Betty on my lap and she kept laying her head down on the keys. That is her signature move for love. In words, if she could speak them, she said, “Mom, I love the piano and I could sit on your lap and listen all day.” The second highlight came while I was sitting at the piano and turned to see a dear friend standing at my door and hoping to find the tea pot on. Friends, my tea pot is always on. It was 2pm and I was still in my PJ’s: red fleecy pants with valentine hearts, and a green Ocean City sweatshirt. I looked like Valentine’s-Day-still-clinging-to-Christmas. It was groovy. For an instant I felt embarrassed, but that quickly left me when I remembered that real friends step inside your house, no matter how it or you look. And somehow nothing matters except their presence blessing your home. It was truly a highlight.
Sometimes I want to jump inside of Jack’s head. He thinks deep thoughts, but can’t always express them. Like yesterday when he told me he just can’t wait to get to heaven. He is pretty sure that God is going to lower a sheet from the sky and haul us all up there. I just listened as his wiry strong body tried to fit on my lap. I like to talk about heaven with my kids, because they have such peace about how good it is. The unknown is fearful and a bit insecure for us. Often our “knowledge” gets in the way of our faith.
Jack thinks in straight lines. He thinks a lot like how he laid these cards out on the table the other day.
Methodically. Carefully. A bit wildly at times. Notice the sword at the ready in the backpack? Have I mentioned before how big his hands are? They’re almost my size. Carrots and the color orange rock his world. Why not turn them into works of art? Yesterday he did just that:
Another highlight of my day was cozying the whole family up in the living room to watch Kung Fu Panda 2.
I love my kids. I love that all four of their blankets are from when I was growing up. I love that Jack’s special Pooh blanket was actually a baby gift for Nadine and that he somehow adopted it for himself. I love that Elsie has the most ginormous blanket and the littlest bed and that her Aunt Heather had it on her bed before she got married and moved away. I made Jack’s blanket when I was about 13, my first and only attempt at quilting. I was going to give it to my brother for Christmas that year, but thought maybe the roses were a little too feminine when it was all said and done. Sorry, John! We have never had the whole matching nursery/bedroom ensemble and it’s pretty obvious with the medley of colors hugging the kids in that picture.
Our color scheme is a coordination of memories and love. That makes me want to do a Betty move and put my head down on each cozy nook in that picture and say, I love you.